Never Let Go (The Fog)

Summary:

(Previously The Fog) My heart stopped, the world stopped, and then in a rush it flooded back. My mind buzzed with thoughts as I ran as fast as I could, knowing I was too late. I could smell it too now. My nostrils flared and my knees buckled underneath me, an all too human feeling. My breathing coming in frantic sobs, I finally made it. I threw myself at the heat, like a sacrifice on the altar. I roared against the flames against the voice in my head. But the velvet couldn’t be drowned out, “Bella, What if I can’t save you? What if I’m the super-hero and the bad guy?” I screeched in defiance at the flames. My body wouldn’t stand the inferno much longer, but I didn’t leave. Then I saw it, my proof, and I finally allowed the strong cool hands to pull me from the fire. After the wedding and Bella’s change Edward and Isabella are looking forward to their happily-ever-after, forever. But fate doesn’t like to be predictable. Full of never ending questions, intense suspense, and drama The Fog definitely questions the picture-perfectness of Breaking Dawn. "I love it!" "This is a fantastic story..." "intense" "well written..." “I’m waiting for an update on the edge of my chair!”

Notes:
enjoy. the begining is a little slow but it picks up well, or so i'm told! i would love constructive reviews!

9. The Crash...The Pain

"This is going to be so much fun!" Emmett kept going on and on about how we should crash my old truck. Where we should stage it and what should happen. He wanted to wrap it around a tree, or plow it into a building. I argued that nobody was to get hurt, but they just scoffed as if I had underestimated them again.

I would be sad to see the old truck go but I was happy to see Emmett and Edward so excited about crashing it. Sitting in the passenger seat of my beloved truck I watched as Emmett removed the stereo that had been in and out a couple of times already.

"Okay," Emmett said, lifting the stereo up and carrying it into their rather large barn/garage where all of the vehicles and accessories were kept. "Let's go."

Edward and I climbed into the truck and Emmett drove Edward's Volvo. We were driving to one of the north-bound back roads leaving Forks. This was to keep up the pretense of me leaving for college in Alaska. Emmett and Edward had been reduced to pulling straws to see who would get the honor of crashing the truck, but when Edward won Emmett challenged him to a fight, for which their was no clear winner.

When we arrived at our meeting point I looked out over the road. There were many possibilities.

"I still think we should wind it around a tree. No, lets crash it through the guard-rail and over the cliff around that curve up there," Emmett said pointing to a now slick curve.

"We could take it off-roading. Play dodge the trees and flip it a couple of times." Edward suggested.

"You guys, I don't want my dad to be traumatized imagining what happened. No doubt he will be called to the scene, he's police chief. If I could I would like him to believe I died in my sleep. How about that! We can wait until after the change. I'll spend the night at home. I won't have to breathe once I'm one of you and I can pretend to be dead. Then they can burry me and you can dig me out at night when nobody's around. That's my vote."

"You want to take the chance of not being able to control your bloodlust and killing your father? Yes, Bella. That sounds like a fantastic idea," Edward said sarcastically. "I get the point, though. The tree, then. You would've been killed on impact instantly."

"Emmett, I've changed my mind. I would rather stay with Bella in case she needed to get out of the way, but couldn't move fast enough."

Emmett was offended. "I can protect her just as well as you can, brother... but I would rather drive." Smiling at each other Edward tossed the keys and Emmett jumped into my truck. He revved my already weak engine and smiled and waved out the window. "Here we go!"

Emmett took off speeding down the road. Turning off the road too sharply he accidentally rolled the truck. It rolled twice before hitting a bank in the ground, causing it to flip in the air instead. Finally the truck made an unscheduled stop against a huge oak. Roaring and groaning the truck wound against the bark. The next thing I noticed the windshield was punched open. One more second passed and Emmett stood next to me, shards of glass glittering on his skin and clothes.

Edward let go of my hand that he had been holding and shoved Emmett hard in the shoulder. "What the hell were you thinking? That was no where near what I had in mind." Edward yelled, pointing to the truck. As if to prove Edward's point the truck burst into flames on cue.

Emmett laughed. "Oops? Hey, no. Don't blame me it was kind of an accident. You know it's not what I had in mind either!"

"Kind of?" Edward questioned. Suddenly, his face turned very serious. "I'm sorry, Bella." He said only a short moment before swooping me up into his arms and running into the trees. "I didn't mean for this to happen," he said, bending to let me down onto the ground. And then I heard it. Moving so that I could see through the green, I saw it too.

It was a small white car with the words Forks Police painted clearly down the side. The car had been pulled over across the street from my crashed, burning truck. The driver was hunched over in his seat, presumably radioing for back-up. The car door swung open and a man stepped out. I gasped. It was Charlie, it was my dad. He walked slowly towards the crash sight and then stopped. I couldn't see him very well because we were so far away, but it looked like he was stunned. He was stick straight and frozen in mid-step.

"Bella?" He bellowed. He took off sprinting towards the truck, yelling my name over and over. "Can you hear me, Bella!"

"Edward?" I whispered, my voice was too hoarse to speak clearly. Charlie was getting to close to the truck. Was he going to attempt to rescue me from the flame-engulfed ball of steel?

"He's smarter than that, Bella." Looking down into my eyes Edward became worried. I knew what was written all over my face. Panic, sorrow, and more pain. Where was the bright blissfulness that my life was supposed to hold?

"Oh, Bella." Edward held me to him, but with my head tucked under Edward's chin I could still see the horrifying picture before me.

Charlie stopped running and walked slowly. He was quiet now, not yelling for me anymore. Taking another step he stumbled and fell to his knees. He started shaking his head, the tears running freely from his eyes. They spilled down his cheeks and onto his uniform. Still on his knees he bent over, resting his elbows on the ground, his head in his hands. His hands pushed and pulled in the hair just above his forehead. He started shaking his head more noticeably, vehemently. His lips were moving fast, the sound so quiet and far away that I couldn't hear what he was saying.

His tears weren't silent anymore. Sobs wracked through his chest. I shut my eyes tightly. I didn't want to see the pain I had caused someone I loved so dearly. Suddenly I heard a sound wrench through the air. It was half way between a groan and a roar. I couldn't take this anymore, somebody help him.

I moved away from Edward's chest and stepped out of the trees. I could go to him. Edward wouldn't stop me. He believed that my life or death was my decision. He would probably be happy leaving me human. I could go. Just a few more steps and Charlie would be able to see me. All I had to do was move my feet, what an easy feat. I wouldn't be hurting anyone that way, nobody but me. Could I give up my dreams? Yes. How could I hurt my father? He cared about me and I left him...just like with Jacob. I was a monster. I couldn't turn my back on everyone. I would still have Edward and the Cullens, for a couple of years at least. I hesitated and in that second of hesitation Charlie's back-up arrived including a couple of police cars, an ambulance, and a fire-truck.

A friend of my father's, another man on the police force ran from his car to comfort Charlie. The man whose name I couldn't quite remember threw his arm around Charlie's shoulders and repeated the same uncomforting phrases. "It'll be okay. Everything is going to be alright."

"Bella?" Edward questioned.

I turned around and looked up at him, "Let's go. I have to go."

"Emmett, you run Bella home. I'm going to try and get the Volvo out of here before someone comes from the other way and notices it."

Maybe it was the wrong decision, but I couldn't leave my love. It may have been incredibly selfish but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Charlie would be ok. He would have Billy and -. I couldn't justify it. It wasn't justifiable; it was just what I wanted. What I needed.